After Moon was dragged into the water, he felt very unconvinced.
"Uncle, are we just going to run away like this?"
"You know nothing, I call this a strategic shift.
I haven't paid much attention to some great shamanists.
I don’t have time to quarrel with them, we have to do business first.”
The Arhat holding the alms bowl fell to the bottom of the lake while scolding Moon.
Maybe they are real relatives, so they choose not to pretend.
The amiable and cheerful appearance of the eminent monk just now completely faded away.
Well, you can be fierce with me.
Moon was very discerning and immediately changed his tune.
"I know that uncle is hiding his strength and his acting skills are excellent. They must have thought that you were knocked down and they were all deceived by you."
"That's natural. I have the golden body of an Arhat, so am I still afraid of that Aodu Mama?
It’s just a show, to make them happy.”
The beggar-raising Arhat said it very easily. He carried Moon on his back and straightened his arm that had been bent by the smash. His face twitched in pain.
Hey, Aodu Mama, these barbarians are really unreasonable.
At least I can give the Eighteen Arhats some face.
They are extremely impulsive and brutal. I am really tired of meeting them.
Moon did not see the uncomfortable scene of the alms-raising man, and continued to flatter him according to the rhythm just now.
"I can also see that His Holiness just coaxes them to play, and they are all country bumpkins, trying to fight with us.
After the Buddha's affairs are completed, he will be beaten to the eighteenth level of hell by them, and he will never be able to get over again."
After the two arms were straightened again, the bowl-raising Arhat pretended to stretch and move around to feel the injury. Fortunately, there was only a slight bone fracture and not a complete break. Otherwise, the skin would be in danger.
Hearing that Moon's words were getting more and more outrageous, Arhat started to have a rebellious mentality.
I say that I am standing at a certain height and strategically despising my opponents. You can say whatever you want.
If Moon said the same thing, what does his arm that was bent just now mean?
Are you too useless?
Or is Aodu Mama too powerful?
"Moon, do you think that shamanism is all rubes and worthless?"
Seeing the change in the expression of the alms-raising Arhat, Moon didn't know what to say.
Ever since meeting this cheap uncle, have you always felt moody?
"Uncle, is there any deviation in my understanding of shamanism?"
deviation?
The deviation is huge.
The alms-raising Arhat stepped on the bottom of the lake with both feet and looked directly at Moon, very seriously.
"If you continue to think like this, it will be difficult for you to die if you face Shamanism again.
Dozens of natural gods, six ancestor gods, and one national god.
We won't mention these, because their strength is related to the shaman's own strength and has many limitations.
But I still have twelve ancestral witches as my backers.
It really involves the top-level combat power, and it won't be easy to use even if the Bodhisattva comes.
I will only say this once, any organization that exists long enough has its own reasons and strength for its existence, otherwise it will be submerged in the long river of time."
Whether in heaven or in the west, there is not much information about shamanism.
It is true that Moon didn't know much about shamanism. Most of the time he heard only fragments of it, but he never paid attention to it, let alone studied it in depth.
When I heard what the Arhat Raising a Bowl said today, my heart immediately stirred.
Now that we have come this far, are you telling me that shamanism is not simple?
It’s not that simple, why are you still thinking about the legacy of the ancestral witch?
This can be regarded as seeking wealth and wealth from danger, or seizing chestnuts from fire.
Could it be that this old man had eaten enough lama meat and wanted to retire to the bliss of the West, so he came here to seek death?
"Your Majesty, if there is an ancestral witch as a backer, how about we discuss it in the long term?
Or, I can go back and tell the president to bring more helpers?"
Seeing that Munn was scared and the goal of raising an alms bowl was achieved, I felt extremely happy. Only by improving shamanism can we also improve ourselves.
"With me here, are you still afraid of Mao?
Can the helper you find better than me?
And, I feel like the time has come and this is my opportunity.”
You said that shamanism is great, and you don’t have to worry about it. You also said that.
Is it fun to torture my little heart?
After talking back and forth, Moon felt that it was too difficult to cooperate.
"Well, whatever uncle says, let's do it...
Huh?
Is this my mother-in-law’s breath?
Is my mother-in-law here too?"
In fact, the alms-raising Arhat had already sensed the aura of the Spirit Mother, and the reason why he was talking nonsense with Munn was because he was hesitating.
I continued walking down to meet the Lingzi Mother, but I missed the opportunity just to not see the Lingzi Mother.
In the end, the desire for the ancestral witch's legacy prevailed, and the Arhat decided to continue walking down.
Before they could find the location of Lingzi Mother, they saw Lingzi Mother and Tamamo, who had discovered them first and came closer.
Seeing the Lingzi Mother approaching, the alms-raising arhat seemed a little nervous. He first adjusted his lama robe so that it fit snugly even in the water, and then bowed deeply.
"Hello, eldest sister, long time no see. How are you?"
Seeing the appearance of the alms-raising arhat, Ling Zi's mother's face was very cold, as if not seeing each other for many years was not the reason to show favor to her biological brother. She glared at Munn behind the alms-raising arhat.
"Yue Slave, Yue Slave, what you are doing is, if you don't seek death, it won't be over.
What, you idiot, have you been deceived by this little bitch?"
The Arhat holding a bowl was called by his nickname by the eldest sister, and he didn't feel angry at all. It even brought back memories of his childhood. It was really heartwarming.
I think back then, Mother Lingzi was riding on him, whittling him and calling him a fool.
Moreover, the cuts were so cruel every time, and after he was covered with bruises, the eldest sister would still yell at the three idiots for not hiding while treating his injuries.
The Arhat holding his begging bowl was clicking his lips. I really miss this sour childhood memory.
"Sister, no matter what, she is still your daughter-in-law. There needs to be more understanding between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Besides, can I be fooled by her? You still look down on me so much."
Ling Zimu's eyes immediately stood up.
"Well? What do mother-in-law and daughter-in-law need?
Are you teaching me how to do things?”
The alms-raising arhat quickly took a step back, fearing that the spirit child mother would raise her hand and hit him.
This instinctive reaction is difficult to eradicate. It is a habit developed in childhood.
"How dare I teach my eldest sister how to do things? I...
Sister, you are here...
Forget it, I won’t ask any more questions and let’s go.”
Just two words and then leave?
Moon couldn't believe it, so he just kept following with his head lowered, not daring to look at the spirit child mother.
"You know that the people below are from the Gonggong clan, right? Have you thought about it?
The Arhat’s golden body is not as strong as they say.”
The alms-raising Arhat nodded firmly.
"I was a little hesitant at first, but when I saw my eldest sister here, I made up my mind.
I must get Gonggong’s remains, otherwise I will waste countless years.”
Seeing how insistent the bowl-raising Arhat was, Mother Lingzi took out the iron teapot and placed it flat in her hands.
"Arhat Raising a Bowl, that sounds nice, but it's just another layer of shackles.
Once you lift it up, it’s difficult to put it down.”
The alms-raising Arhat did not dare to look into Mother Lingzi's eyes, and without any hesitation, he grabbed Lingzi Mother's iron teapot.